Inside the private bridal suite, Preston locks the door and raises the metal golf club toward Giulietta.
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Chapter 20 / 27
Chapter 20 - THE SECOND PRENUP
When Samuel proposed, I laughed.
Not because I did not love him.
Because Evelyn immediately said:
“I am not reviewing another wedding document on the wedding morning.”
Fair.
We negotiated a prenup.
Again.
Samuel hired independent counsel.
No ego.
No family integration agreement.
No voting proxy.
No business access.
He kept his architecture firm.
I kept Marconi.
Then I asked:
“Do you feel like this means I don’t trust you?”
He answered:
“No. I feel like you own complicated things.”
Good.
We married at city hall.
Twenty-two people.
No six hundred guests.
No capos lining hallways.
Bianca complained about the flowers.
Evelyn cried and denied it.
May you like
I wore a cream suit.
No bridal suite.
